Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Fuck you.”
“Not tonight.” Damn, was I actually considering a repeat already? Was I actually considering letting him fuck me, opening myself to him, being that vulnerable? No. I could never do it.
What I could do was punish him for giving me so much trouble. He might have unleashed something in me I wanted to keep hidden, but what I could do was make sure he had to face the fact that he would submit to me. He would do exactly what I said while he was in this bed.
I twisted my fingers deeper, making him hiss. Then I flexed them, curling them up until I found his prostate. He cried out, and the sound was gorgeous, exactly what I wanted from him.
“I fucking hate you,” he growled when I didn’t bother to hold back my laughter.
“I want you to suffer.”
“Are you so sure, or do you want to make me come? Do you want to make this good for both of us?”
“Oh, you’re going to love this, every single second of it, and you’re going to beg for more.”
“Bullshit.”
Fox was so obviously lying. He loved everything I was doing to him. I reached underneath him and gripped his hard cock.
As I stroked him, he worked his hips, pushing into the circle of my fingers. “Mmm, you really hate this, don’t you?”
“I hate you, but I want your hands on me, your dick in me. I want to be fucked, but I don’t have to like you.”
“Good, because I hate you too.” I had thought that was true, but I was starting to question it. I wanted to hate him, and he did make me furious most of the time.
I understood exactly what Xavier had meant now. If Fox found out he was the one in danger, he’d take off thinking he could handle the situation himself. He’d try, and he’d be killed. I realized that thought horrified me, not just because he was a good man but because I couldn’t stand the thought of him being hurt unless it was from a good hard fuck or my hands slapping his ass.
I kept working his cock as I finger-fucked him. His hips moved faster and faster. He pushed back against my fingers, then drove against my hand over and over. When his breaths were quick and harsh and his fingers were scrabbling at the sheets letting me know how turned on he was, I pressed against his prostate again. He growled at me, looking back, his expression both fierce and needy. I pulled my fingers from his ass, and he slapped his hands down on the mattress and snarled.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Anything I want.”
“You don’t want to stop.”
That was true, but I had self-control. “I want to make you wait.”
He looked pointedly at my dick, straining against my pants. I honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if it ripped a seam out. I’d be a hell of a lot more comfortable naked, but once I took my pants off, I wasn’t going to be able to wait. Once my cock was freed, there would be no more toying with him. I would need to be inside him, riding him hard, making him gasp, making him beg.
“Fuck me right fucking now,” Fox demanded.
I just smiled at him. “That’s no way to ask for what you need.”
“You need it as badly as I do.”
“Do I? Are you sure?”
“Yes.” He held my gaze, and I knew when he saw he was right. I couldn’t hide it, not with the need that was coursing through me. It had only gotten worse since I’d touched him. I slapped his ass again. When he made a gorgeous moan, I kept going, spanking him harder and harder, working him over until he was biting at the comforter, trying his best to hold in all that pain, all that need.
“Not going to fucking break me,” he growled. I stopped and rubbed my hands over his heated flesh. I didn’t think I would, not like that. He wasn’t going to be broken with pain. He was a force recon marine. Pain was nothing to him. Nothing he couldn’t resist or ignore. I was going to break him with pleasure. I just needed to make sure he had an excellent contrast for it.
“You’re so confident, aren’t you?”
“I am.” He turned to look at me, and once again, I was sure he was seeing too deeply into my thoughts. I wasn’t about to be the one to break the eye contact, though. I was never the first to back down, not in business, not in pleasure, and sure as hell not with Fox.
“So you can handle a spanking. Is that really so impressive? Can you handle this?” I dropped my hand to my cock and stroked it, pressing my palm down over the length of my shaft.